My mother's summons came via text: My house. Now. We need to talk. There were no emojis. No pleasantries. Just a command from the general to her least favorite soldier. I stared at the screen, my hand resting instinctively over my stomach. I should have known Sienna couldn't keep a secret that useful. She had held onto the ultrasound photo for exactly one week—long enough to feel powerful, short enough to ensure maximum damage before the wedding. The drive to the Stone estate usually filled me with a low-level anxiety. Today, it felt like driving to my own execution. I pulled my beat-up sedan into the circular driveway, parking behind my father’s pristine Bentley. The house loomed above me—a sprawling, manicured testament to my family's obsession with appearances. It was beautiful, cold, and utterly hollow. I took a deep breath. For the baby, I told myself. You’re strong enough for this. I didn't bother knocking. I used my key, the heavy oak door swinging open to reveal the sile
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